I’m back. Ready for school? Well, no. But I’m going anyway. My blood sugar is trying to figure out what time zone I’m in. It’s massively confused. I fed it, hoping that would help. Really I should be wide awake right now, being three hours ahead, but I’m still recovering from traveling, I think. Why sitting on a plane is exhausting? No one knows. Actually, there are probably multiple scientific studies about it. None I have time to read right now!
I miss the girlchild already. I guess it’s easier when I don’t see her all the time to forget that I miss her. But I do. She’ll be home for a little while over Winter Break…but that’s always a crazy time of year. Then I’ll see her at graduation. Then who knows when…
So there’s that. My cat was very happy to see me…slept with me all night. Haven’t seen the dogs yet…that’ll be later today. I suspect the man who lives here also missed me…
So three days of school before a short break. I can handle that, right? I hope so.
So Monday, girlchild had classes almost all day, so I headed into Boston to go to the Gardner Museum…it had a small weaving exhibit, which included this piece by El Anatsui, and some other cool work as well.
I didn’t really know what to expect from the palace side of the museum. I only knew it because of the art that had been stolen. It was interesting…
I walked along the water for a bit afterwards. Honestly, it was a bit chilly out.
So I drove to Cambridge to this fabric/yarn/maker place. It was cool…
I didn’t buy much…just a few fabrics that caught my eye and a small embroidery pattern.
Life in a college apartment is always loud, it seems. Mine was not so…although the year I spent in Britain was a bit. I shared a floor with all guys, though, and they don’t impulse-cook like women do. I cut out quilt pieces while they made pumpkin vegan (were they?) chocolate chip cookies.
Tuesday, girlchild sacrificed two classes to take me to the New England Quilt Museum, where I got to see Salley Mavor’s work for the first time in person…plus Susan Carlson, who came to my guild, and a SAQA show. So that was cool.
We were both tired and it was pouring rain. So we went back to the apartment and I cut out pieces while she watched a French movie for class.
I would sit at the window and watch squirrels all day if I lived there.
Getting on the plane was a piece of cake…no line anywhere. And the plane was almost empty. I had a whole row and more. And when the in-flight entertainment wouldn’t work, they comped me internet, so I watched Stardust on Netflix while stitching. This was after reading most of a book.
I was missing the eyes on the owl (whoops) and the hut instructions were in Block 3, which I didn’t have (I hate it when she does that), so then I worked on the giraffe…
So I need to find this guy some eyes so I can finish him, and then find the Block 3 instructions so I can finish the hut.
Preferably before Saturday, when we drive to Arizona for an opening. I should be able to handle that.
So. School. Cutting more pieces out…hopefully getting them done and sorted before we leave Saturday, so I can iron a whole quilt together next week, AND quilt it and bind it (sounds impossible from here). But first kids. Yeah.
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I have a notion of why riding in a car is tiring, but don’t know if applies so much to air travel: you are making constant adjustments to compensate for the movement.